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Chapter 11: Sherlock and her Assistant

"I think both of you are going to see Burrito Monday again." I said for the fifth time the whole ride. I groaned as I slid out of my seat and walked around to the back of the car. Mitchie was sitting behind the drivers' wheel, bouncing with excitement.

"That… was…awesome!" She squealed. Tami shook her head. "Mary don't leave me with her," she joked with a serious voice. Mitchie wrinkled her nose. "You're just jealous that I'm such a good driver." I laughed.

"If you think so, Mitch," I giggled as I took out my skateboard and slammed the door. "I'm just glad the pumpkin survived," Tami said lovingly as she patted the dashboard. Mitchie and I rolled my eyes.

"Aren't we all?" I called as I slammed the front door shut. "Lots of love Mary!" Mitchie and Tami shouted out the window before they turned around, Tami mouthing 'help' before they disappeared down the street.

I couldn't help but smile as I skateboarded up to the house. I had a pair of weirdos for best friends. As I went up the driveway I started humming the song that Nate had sang during the vocal lessons.


But take my hand and follow me through
Hear my footsteps, beating down with you
Feel the wind against you, and suddenly you're free
And you find yourself tangled up in me

The song was so emotional and the way he had sang it, it sounded like it had been meant for someone. The chorus seemed to be echoing the memory of the day in the park I had with him. Had he been like me? Did he hear the sound—the music—that we made just by being together?

Tami's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I thought he came back to recuperate because he didn't want to sing anymore?" what did she mean by that? Why wouldn't Nate want to sing?

He seemed to like it, love it. And for someone like him, life without music would be worse than a death sentence. I knew that, if I didn't have music I would have given up on myself long ago and given into Domifreak. Thank goodness I had music. I dragged my feet across the driveway to my room.

Had something happened to him? Did someone tell him something bad about his music that he just didn't have the heart to sing anymore? But Nate was famous,

he wouldn't let critique affect him. Afterall, he was a member of Connect Three. There were people who loved them to death and people who hated them to the core. He should be used to it by now.

I lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Maybe Mitchie was right. Maybe I needed to talk to him. I didn't have much of a choice. If I didn't get things straight soon, I would keep on thinking of him until I went mad.

I nodded to myself as if I was confirming the thought with my inner conscience or something. I relaxed into my bed sheets before standing up and going to my cupboard, pulling out my maid outfit, which was a simple knee-length grey dress that had white buttons down the front and a collar, and slipped it on.

Beep: Get in here Mary!

Dominique's screechy voice rang and echoed off the walls of my room. I sighed and slipped on my 'maid shoes' which were simple black ballet-flats made of cloth with a rubber sole.

Hurry up, Mary!

I walked out of my bedroom and hurried over to the main house. Dominique was always looking for any opportunity to make me hate life more. She was always right on time. Always.

Tami's POV

I sat cross-legged on my big canopy bed, Mitchie was sitting at my desk strumming on my dad's guitar and jotting down notes in her yellow songbook. I sighed loudly to get her attention. That Sherlock was so out of it sometimes. She set the guitar down and turned to me.

"Yes?" She asked expectantly. I rolled my eyes. She was still ticked off about the teeny comment I made about her sickeningly crazy and life-threatening skill at driving.

"Oh get over it, Sherlock. We have Mary code red," I patted my bed and folded my arms. Mitchie sighed and jumped onto my bed opposite me. "I know… Mary looks so crushed, even though she's pretty good at hiding it."

I nodded. Mitchie had known Mary longer than me, but I was close enough to the both of them that I was able to practically see through their motives. Okay, well not really, but I liked to think of it that way.

"You said you had a plan," I cocked my head to the side. It was a habit I had whenever I wanted a question answered. Mitchie laughed. "Stop doing that and I'll tell you," she teased.

I puckered my lips irritably. "Fine, fine," I cupped my face between my hands and stared at her. "You should at lease humor me. I was nice enough to sit next to you while you drived."

Mitchie smacked my head with a pillow. "Do you want me to tell you?" I laughed. "Okay, okay," I raised one finger and pressed it to my lips. Mitchie smiled evilly at me. The things I did for the both of them.

Jason's POV

"I should drive," Shane argued from the passenger seat. I shook my head stupidly. I was older, I should drive. And he owed me for not making me a birdhouse.

"If this is about the birdhouse…" Shane started. I glared at him. "It isn't. Okay well it is a bit, but that's far from the point." I said, purposely using a low voice. I was told it made me sound serious. And smart.

Shane sighed. None of them ever took me seriously. But I could be serious—and smart if I wanted to. I just acted stupid in front of everyone. Everyone. But right now was the exception.

I looked at the rearview mirror and spotted Nate staring out the window. "How was the vocal lesson? Did they sound like birdies?" I asked. Nate's head snapped back to me, like I had roped him in with a life saver.

"Huh? Oh yeah…" he mumbled. Nate didn't speak much usually, but I could sense something was wrong. "Hey man, are you okay?" I asked, not looking at the rearview mirror anymore. Nate needed some private time.

Shane didn't get the memo though, the blockhead. He turned around and looked at Nate. "What was up with you and Mary at school today?" Nate looked away. "It's… nothing."

"No it isn't," Shane argued. I wanted to reach over and smack him on the head, but I needed to pay attention to Nate. "Tess trouble?" I asked. Shane had filled me in on everything this morning but I still wanted to clear things up with Nate.

"Look man, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to." I glanced up at the rearview mirror and saw Nate smile appreciatively at me. "Thanks man." I smiled at bit to myself. Job done, time to revert to the other Jason.

"You owe me birdies." I reminded and continued driving. Shane groaned. "Not again…"

"Nah uh uh," I droned shaking my head. "Birdies are awesome." I sniggered to myself when I saw the exasperated look on shane's face.

"But birdies—" he tried to argue but my cell phone started ringing and I reached over to the dashboard and grabbed it. Tami's number flashed across the screen.

I grinned. Tami was the down-to-earth girl that I had met at the university unit of West Waters. She seemed to be the only girl that didn't mind my dunce head, she even guessed I was smarter than I let on.

And the most important thing—she seemed to like me for who I was, not because I was famous. I flipped my cell phone up and pressed it to my ear, my right hand still steering.

"Yellow," I greeted. "What's up birdman," Tami's voice came slightly muffled through my cell phone. "The roof, and hopefully birdies," I responded, almost laughing at my ease at acting stupid.

"I'm sure there's some flying aliens up there. Anyway, have you heard of the Mary and Nate drama?" She asked. How did she know about that? "Yes… I've heard it…" I started. How did Tami know Mary? "Don't you think they look good together?" She asked.

I had no idea where this conversation was going. "I think they do, I've never seen Mary before."

"True… but they seem to like each other a lot. Even after everything that happened today." Tami said.

I nodded slowly, even though I knew Tami couldn't see me. "They should get together… again." Tami said. "And I know how."

"You do?" I asked, my eyebrows rising in surprise. Shane leaned over the seat and tapped my arm. Who is it? He mouthed. Later. I mouthed back. There was some muffled voices on the other line.

"I do." Tami replied. "And I'm going to need your help."

Mary's POV

I groaned as I dropped all the bags of garbage against the wall on the sidewalk. It amazed me how much trash Domifreak could burn in a week. Domifreak and the evil twins had gone out fifteen minutes ago to a beauty parlor, they were attending some important function later. But Domifreak hadn't told me what.

I brushed my hands on my uniform and turned to walk inside.

"Mary!" I heard Tami call me. Tami? What was she doing here? It was seven p.m! I turned to the direction of the voice and saw the great pumpkin rattle up to the driveway.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered fervently as the car pulled to a stop in front of me. "Hop in," Tami said, opening the door. "Are you kidnapping me?" I asked in disbelief.

"It's not kidnapping if you come of your own free will." Tami said. "Which you should. Trust me." I turned around to face the dark house and turned back to Tami.

"Normally I would… but." Tami groaned. She pulled on my arm and dragged me into the car, slamming the door behind me.

"Hit it Sherlock!" She shouted over my screams of protest. "Mitchie? Oh no, she isn't driving, tell me she isn't driving!" I protested. But the pumpkin was already flying down the street.

"Both of you have lost it! Absolutely lost it!" I crossed my arms irritably, glaring at the both of them. "If Domifreak comes home and finds me gone, I am so dead. And heads up! Both of you—not invited to my funeral!"

"I'm hurt," Tami said, faking a pained expression and pressing her hand to her heart.

"Ha, ha," I choked out and turned to look out the window. The houses that were passing by were getting bigger and bigger, grander and grander. "Some really rich people must live here," I said.

"Oh yeah, rich people live here all right," Tami replied mischievously.

Mitchie turned into one of the bigger houses at the end of the street. "Guys…" I warned as Mitchie turned off the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

"Welcome," Tami said in a low voice as she sweeped her arms out towards the house. "To Connect Three's humble abode."

Oh no. They did not. They did. Not. I turned in horror to face the large house with large glass windows and beige curtains, the faint outlines of people moving behind the thin fabric.

They did not they did not they are not doing this to me!

I turned to face Tami and Mitchie, both of them smiling—grinning at me.

They did.

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